After talking to some locals who claim to have seen a mysterious white van head into the woods to the east of the town, Mick and Sara went back to the designated meet-up spot where they saw Jax, Stein, and Kendra sitting at a park table.

"Anything?" Sara asked. Kendra shook her head sadly.

"Nothing. You?"

"Yeah, we found out about a van that people have seen going into the woods. Could be something."

"Better be something. I'm gonna kick this guy's ass when I see him!" Mick growled. He felt utterly helpless. There was nothing he could do for Len, nothing at all. Sure, he had been mad at him for stranding him, but Mick had always known Len was coming back. He knew he wouldn't leave him. But, this... This put things into perspective. There was no way he was going to hold anything against his partner after this. He could only imagine what Len was going through at the hands of that psycho. Mick couldn't get the images of those crime scene photos out of his head. Seeing Len like that... It made him sick. He wanted nothing more to hold Len, feel his beating heart against him. He'd be damned if he was going to sit idly by and allow anything to happen to the most important person in his life.

~x~x~x~

Ray and Rip were sitting in the living room of a small, quaint house. An elderly woman was sitting across from them and they were getting ready to ask her some important questions.

"What exactly did you see, Mrs. Cartson?" Mrs. Cartson regarded them for a moment before setting her tea on the table in front of her.

"There was a smarmy-looking man. He followed the young man I had sketched out of a bar. The young man looked to have been drugged, he was very unsteady on his feet, but didn't smell of alcohol when he passed me. He almost fell and the creepy man helped him regain his footing before dragging him to a van that was parked on the side of the street. As he was pushing the young man in, I could hear him telling him no. That's when I called the police."

"Anything else?" Mrs. Cartson shook her head.

"Unfortunately, that's all. I do hope you find your friend." This took Rip and Ray by surprise. They both gaped for a moment before Ray spoke.

"What?"

"In my old age, I can tell a real cop from a fake. You boys aren't cops. You would have showed up sooner, but this case means something to you. You know the young man who's missing." she paused for a moment, taking a drink of her tea. "I hope you find him."

~x~x~x~

When Rip and Ray made it to the meet-up spot, the air was morose. It didn't look like things were going well.

"Did any of you find anything out?" Rip asked as he approached the table. It was Mick who answered.

"Just that a white van has been seen in the woods."

"That's excellent!" Rip brightened up. "That's what the witness said that Mr. Snart was forced in to. Where was it seen in relation to the town?"

"East." Sara said. "Do you really think it's the same one?"

"It has to be."

~x~x~x~

Len had been laying on the small bed for the past several hours. The days were blurring together and there was no way to tell time. He had been here for a while, though. So long that one of the other prisoners had been murdered. He had heard it happen. Heard the screaming and pleading, then the gurgling and gasping. He had been raped several times since the first. He was raped more often than he was fed. He had become weak and lost a lot of weight. He was constantly freezing and shivering. It was hell and he had lost hope of ever being rescued, of seeing Mick again. He had come to a decision, though. He wasn't going to just roll over and die. When the time came, he would fight for his life. And, it looked like it would come soon. It seemed like Master was becoming less and less entertained by him. He knew very well what that meant. His days were numbered. What he had going in his favor, however, was that it seemed that Master had begun to underestimate him.

That evening, Master unlocked the door to his cell and entered. He walked over to the bed and proceeded to tie Len's hands up in front of him. Len didn't struggle, just allowed himself to be restrained.

"We're taking a little trip." Master said, jerking Len to his feet. Wearing only his underwear, Len was forced from the room and up the stairs, into the garage. Finally seeing his chance, Len waited for the right moment. When the garage door opened, Len squinted at the painfully bright light. Being led to the van in the driveway of, looking back over his shoulder, Len saw, a small house, he found his opportunity. As Master was unlocking the van door, Len formed his hands into fists and raised them up, bringing his bound hands down hard on Master's head. The man dropped and Len turned and ran, sticks and rocks digging into his bare feet.

~x~x~x~

"Alright, everyone split up. We'll search the entire expanse of forest if we have to." Rip instructed. Everyone separated and went their own way, looking through the woods for their teammate.

~x~x~x~

Len ran as fast as he could, breath coming in pants as his malnourished form struggled to stay ahead of the man that he could now hear behind him. He stumbled, but was able to stay on his feet and keep running. Len could feel the blood rushing to his head and hear his heart pounding in his ears. This was it. This was the end of his ordeal. He either escaped or he died. After running for, what seemed like, forever, Len's foot got caught on a tree root and he fell to the ground. He scrambled to get up, but was unable to before he felt the weight of another person on his back. He fought and fought, but was unable to get free. Master turned him over and pulled out a large knife, putting it to Len's throat. Len struggled, able to get his hands between the knife and his throat. Suddenly, he heard a voice that made time stand still.

"Hey jackass! Get up, nice and slow, or I'll roast you." came the deep voice. Len grinned, but Master swore. Suddenly, he lunged up, spinning around, pulling Len against him and pressing the knife into his throat hard enough that it drew blood. When Len's blue eyes fell on Mick, he was instantly in tears. So much relief washed through him. After the hell he'd been through, just seeing his partner was enough to break him.

"Shut up!" Master barked, pressing the knife even harder into Len's throat. Mick growled low in his throat.

"Let him go!" he ordered. Master just laughed, breath ghosting over Len's ear, making him shiver in disgust.

"Or what?" Master taunted.

"Or this." came a voice from behind him just as a gun discharged and Len felt the warmth of blood splatter the back of his head. Len didn't even turn to see who had shot the vile man, he just made a beeline for Mick as Master's body fell to the ground. Throwing himself at the larger man, Len hooked his still bound arms around Mick's neck and held himself against the warmth and familiarity of the man. He finally completely broke down, sobbing into Mick's shoulder as the other man held him tight. Sara came from out of nowhere and worked on cutting the binds around Len's wrists loose and, once he was free, Mick picked him up bridal style.

"Wait." Len started. Everyone stopped, the entire team, Len realized. "There are more victims being held captive."